Whitefish River Summer dress

There was something both unsettling and refreshing about the way that Bagheera revealed his inner self through his words. It was unsettling because he was the quintessential wild card who was untrustworthy and likely distrustful himself. His allegiance would at best be offered on uncertain terms with an uncertain expiration date, and at worst would be so fleeting that nobody would even see him when he departed. It was refreshing because Jinx so rarely met wolves of such utter honesty. Bagheera placed on the line his very reputation by admitting that he had joined his former tribe with the known intent of leaving it. There was something familiar and appreciable in knowing that a wolf could make their own terms and stick to them without eliciting senseless hatred for their sworn actions.

His admission that he was seen as a threat was a lot more interesting to Jinx, who betrayed her thoughts with the over-eager tilting of her ears and brightening of her expression. "A threat?" she repeated, hoping he would elaborate more, but not before she could say, "I should imagine you are a threat to the enemies of your friends, which should make you a good friend indeed."

Speaking of friends, Jinx was suddenly inclined to make one of Bagheera. Perhaps he would go on his vagabond ways and they would never see one another again, but perhaps he wouldn't... The mere idea of making him the enemy of her enemies was surprisingly sweet. It became even sweeter when he subscribed to her notion of honour being nothing but a pain in the ass, although he definitely hadn't said it that way. "I must agree," she said through a smile brimming with respect. "It would have been a terribly embarrassing outcome, considering she never was good at keeping her gas to herself. I simply could not suffer it."